Praying for a moment where we could just breathe. Just be. Catch our breaths. So grateful that G-d has so much faith in us. For a moment sort of wishing that maybe He might just have a little bit less, enough for us to get our feet under us.

Doing our best, yet feeling like it’s nowhere near good enough. Doing our best, wishing people would at least recognize or acknowledge that instead of focusing on where we’ve fallen short, made mistakes, handled things differently than they would have.

Being tempted to not bother putting in so much effort, at some moments any effort at all. Feeling the anxiety tightening around our hearts and minds.

Wanting to be the best version of ourselves. Scared of what that means. Scared that getting there even once or for a few moments will make us feel like we’ll always have to live up to it, scared we won’t be able to, scared part of us won’t want to.

Wanting people to recognize our strengths. Discomfort in being the centre of attention.

Reaching for the stars. Keeping our feet firmly on the ground.

Conflicting thoughts and emotions that make us feel like we can hardly hear ourselves think.